<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:23:18.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blunt Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-4803224780700305983</id><published>2009-01-02T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:54:54.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Thanksgiving,Christmas and now New Years have all come and gone. Gosh, it sure leaves you with an empty filling. You get use to seeing lots of people everyday. You get use to your house being decorated everywhere you turn. Once you take that down, your house is empty. We get ourselves all worked up over the holidays only to fall when they are over. Nothing to look forward until next holiday season????&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should live our lives like it is always a holiday. Don't wait to see people until the holidays. Don't wait to give someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; you know they want. Don't wait to spend good family time together. Live each day with the joy of Christmas morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-4803224780700305983?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4803224780700305983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=4803224780700305983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/4803224780700305983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/4803224780700305983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-thanksgivingchristmas-and-now-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-5169762341633861730</id><published>2008-12-05T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:02:53.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time!</title><content type='html'>So, the tree is decorated. The stockings are hung with care. My hubby has once again gone nuts on the outside decorations. So, why does it not feel like a holly jolly time? It has been a rough month or so. I just can't seem to get into the holiday spirit. Sometimes life is not fair. Sometimes I do the wrong thing and question Gods plan. I am Gods "child", so would it be ok to lay on the floor and throw a hissy fit? I of course won't, but the thought is there. It is not place to question the "plan". It is how ever human of me to not like it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you find my holiday spirit, please send it my way. I know my family would sure like to see it alive and kicking....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-5169762341633861730?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5169762341633861730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=5169762341633861730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/5169762341633861730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/5169762341633861730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas time!'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-3870426409960295144</id><published>2008-11-04T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:54:03.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out and vote!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I did my job as an American today. Did you? Did you educate yourself on the men running? I did. The sad thing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of people are voting based on race, age or what Hollywood wants them to do. People are willing to throw away their nation based on what others tell them. People that are not educated on the real deal should not be allowed to vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I pray for our nation, because I think we might just be in BIG trouble. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;childrens&lt;/span&gt; futures are at stake here. I don't ant them living in a nation that is not truly free. I want them to grow up with all the things I have had growing up. I am truly worried about the state of our nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I guess all I can do is hope for the best but prepare for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-3870426409960295144?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3870426409960295144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=3870426409960295144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/3870426409960295144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/3870426409960295144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-out-and-vote.html' title='Get out and vote!!'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-1576273117409937662</id><published>2008-08-30T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:13:17.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and times of our family..</title><content type='html'>I realize everyone grows up, but please not my kids... Austin went to the dentist Thursday and they.....PULLED HIS LAST BABY TOOTH!! DO you realize that means he is not a baby any more?? Oh, the pain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is working all the time.. Making her own money, spending her own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is a big third grader with " real school work" and " real home work", as he puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa is in second grade. That means real grades. That also means I now have no children getting just "S" on their grade cards. That means all of them are in the real school world. Oh, the humanity.. Give me back my babies. My how fast they do grow up..&lt;br /&gt;With the kids growing up, that means I am getting older too. I guess more health problems goes along with that. I am on day 12 of the worst head ache in a long time. I have had CT scans, which showed I do have a brain. Nothing else though.. I just had a bunch of blood drawn for more tests. MRI coming up.. I just dont want it to hurt any more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-1576273117409937662?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1576273117409937662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=1576273117409937662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/1576273117409937662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/1576273117409937662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-and-times-of-our-family.html' title='Life and times of our family..'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-3238283095047638293</id><published>2008-08-13T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:48:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day blues..</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school. Heidi is 10th,Austin is 7th, Logan is 3rd and Alyssa is 2nd. All dressed up in the their "cool" new clothes. Carrying backpacks with school supplies. Sleepy little faces..This is one of my favorite parts of being a parent. Even though it makes me feel old, I just love see them going off to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it was back to work for me. Don't get me wrong I love my job. This was just a crazier day than usual. I am completely drained. I actually think the real reason I am drained is because I feel a cold coming on.  The day was crazy, but no more than I am use to. Maybe if I actually slept at night, I would not be so darn tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-3238283095047638293?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3238283095047638293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=3238283095047638293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/3238283095047638293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/3238283095047638293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-blues.html' title='First day blues..'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-6084067021279211657</id><published>2008-08-08T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:30:40.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin IS 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; born child,Austin, is 13 today.Yes I know I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heidi&lt;/span&gt; who is 16, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel old when she turned 16. I think it has something to do with the fact I gave birth to him. I can keep telling myself I am really not old enough to have had a 16 year old. Well, I cant tell myself I am not old enough to have had a 13 year old, because I did. He has become taller than me, I know that is not hard to do. He has a deep voice now. He has become a man right before my eyes. I feel so old!! I can't believe I have 2 teenagers. How can that be? Seems like just last week I was 20 years old having my first child on this very day..Where did the time go? It is true when people say before you know it your kids are all grown up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-6084067021279211657?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6084067021279211657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=6084067021279211657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/6084067021279211657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/6084067021279211657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/austin-is-13.html' title='Austin IS 13'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-7765880419695081852</id><published>2008-08-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:17:10.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>So, this week during my very busy life I have been reflecting on the summer. I realize how blessed I am to have the friends I have. There are two of my friends that have really become super close to. I think that they are so amazing because I also LOVE their families. It is not to often you find a friend that you can do stuff with them or their families. Now I have 2. I feel really blessed to have these two WONDERFULL women and their families in my life. I hope they feel the same way about myself and my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-7765880419695081852?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7765880419695081852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=7765880419695081852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/7765880419695081852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/7765880419695081852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-7928919084338203594</id><published>2008-08-03T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:25:47.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is fast approaching..</title><content type='html'>Packs of new pencils, paper, folder, crayons and back packs. We have been shopping for school supplies and new "cool" clothes. The two little ones now know who their teachers will be. The older two find out this week. I have been getting my room ready,along with some other rooms at the school. Am I ready? I don't think so. Am I looking forward to this year? You bet. I think this is going to be the best year yet. I don't think I could ask for a better group of people to work with. This group we have this year is going to be great.&lt;br /&gt;So, we covered getting ready for school. Now I also have 2 of my kiddos birthdays to get ready for. Austin's is the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Logans&lt;/span&gt; is the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. So, new school things to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;on top&lt;/span&gt; of birthday stuff...Oh, what budgeting I am doing. The older they get the more expensive their "toys" become.&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of weeks are going to be so busy. School,birthdays,football and somewhere in there I am suppose to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bunko&lt;/span&gt; here. So little time.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-7928919084338203594?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7928919084338203594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=7928919084338203594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/7928919084338203594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/7928919084338203594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-is-fast-approaching.html' title='The time is fast approaching..'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-5430049173856161798</id><published>2008-07-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:12:25.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do animals touch my heart so?</title><content type='html'>Last night we go to leave for Austins football practice and walk out to a few visitors. On my porch there are 2 little puppies. I sit down to see them and a momma dog comes out from under a bush. These poor babies were in bad shape, but momma was in real bad shape. They are all skinny,over heated and flea infested. So, I give them all water and puppy food. The kids put them in the back yard and we headed to football. We came back and I gave them all a flea bath in the yard. The mom had more fleas than I had ever seen in my life. So, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; the mom and puppies last night so mom could rest. The puppies are like 10 weeks and and still nursing, so mom was sucked of all her energy. This morning all 3 looked so much better. Energy and so lovable. They were crawling all over us and licking us.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with these poor things. I don't live in the city, so they can't help me. I can't just let go back out, because that is not in my nature. I have 4 dogs of my own, I can't take on 3 more...They are so cute and sweet, it is breaking my heart. I don't know what it is with me, kids and animals just melt me.&lt;br /&gt;Edit added 11pm&lt;br /&gt;There was a knock at my door this afternoon. It was to former students. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I had seen a white or brown puppy. I said" well yes and their momma too?" They said"oh yeah her too. I had half the mind to say no, but I didn't. I took them to my back yard to the threesome. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to tell them of the flea infestation, starvation, dehydration and filth of these poor animals,in a really nice way I promise. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to no care..The poor dogs ran and hid by me and did not want to go, but I handed them over. Well, the kids said thanks and went on about their day. We to went on about our day. I just went outside to check on my dogs and there was the momma dog again. No babies this time...UGH what now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-5430049173856161798?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5430049173856161798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=5430049173856161798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/5430049173856161798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/5430049173856161798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-do-animals-touch-my-heart-so.html' title='Why do animals touch my heart so?'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-4121369494975413565</id><published>2008-07-27T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:02:08.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football seaon already</title><content type='html'>Austin is starting football on Monday, which is a normal every year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happening.&lt;/span&gt; The only difference this year is somehow Justin got sucked into being a coach. Now we know what coaching life is like because he coaches baseball. Football is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; more involved. Basically I won't have a husband until the season is over. This means phone calls from crazy football parents at all hours. You know the kind? They think their little Johnny is the best player in the world. They want their child playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quaterback&lt;/span&gt; or whatever position they think is the best at the time. I guess they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; realize a team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; made up of 20 quarterbacks. Football parents are worse than baseball parents. It is amazing to see how some of these parents behave. If their kids were half as good as they think they are we would have the BEST team in the state..Wouldn't that be a fun game to watch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-4121369494975413565?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4121369494975413565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=4121369494975413565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/4121369494975413565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/4121369494975413565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/football-seaon-already.html' title='Football seaon already'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-4363162837573828511</id><published>2008-07-17T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:42:08.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi is having the best day ever..</title><content type='html'>Heidi turned 16 last May. She was unable to get a drivers permit, because of the long drawn out adoption process. Well, today we make the trip to the DMV to take the long awaited test! She was nervous and shaking. She was sure she would not pass. She had studied for weeks..She took many on line practice tests, that she did not pass. Today she PASSED. So, look out world Heidi is legal to drive. Well, at least with an adult in the car..Now she wants to drive everywhere. Don' think I am ready to give up my keys all the time just yet. A short drive here and there is all I can handle right now.&lt;br /&gt;On to the next part of her BEST day. She has applied for a job at every store and fast food joint in town, with no luck. Just when she was about to give up and become a complete vegatable in the house, she got a call.  She now has a job. Would love to name the place, but that is to much detailed info about my daughter. So, she starts Monday. The best thing is that it is not a food place. She really didn't want to deal with food..&lt;br /&gt;So, way to go Heidi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-4363162837573828511?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4363162837573828511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=4363162837573828511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/4363162837573828511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/4363162837573828511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/heidi-is-having-best-day-ever.html' title='Heidi is having the best day ever..'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-6069803545133885605</id><published>2008-07-16T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:11:52.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors Doctors,please no more.</title><content type='html'>With 4 kids you can guess we go to the doctor alot. Well, this summer has multiplied the number of time swe have been. It started with Alyssa... We went in for her "routine" check up, and next thing we know the whole office is in the room with us listening to her heart..So, he blood pressure was 148/97 with a pulse of 139. Ok if you know anything about the heart NONE of those are GOOD numbers, especially for an 8 year old little girl. So, they took her off her meds for a week, NOT A GOOD WEEK in our house. So, after some tests, blood pressure medicine and a change to a more "natural" medication she seems to be doing better..&lt;br /&gt;Next I took 3 of my children for a "routine" teeth cleaning. Where it was discovered Heidi has a infection all through her gums. Could very well be because before her life with us she never had dental care. So, they did one painfull procedure that day and 2 more to come.&lt;br /&gt;Now it was my turn...Come to find out scar tissue has attatched itself to my muscles in my stomache, thus the reason I can't do anything involving those muscles with out pain. So, anther surgery is in my future. Then they found a dun dun dun......lump in my right arm pit/breast area....So, at 33 I am going for a mamogram.....I am  sure it is nothing, but you know the drop in your stomache when you hear that..&lt;br /&gt;No this is not a poor poor me post.. It is a pure informative . My life is good. I have good kids, no matter what some may say. I have good friends. Make that GREAT friends..&lt;br /&gt;Love to all......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-6069803545133885605?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6069803545133885605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=6069803545133885605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/6069803545133885605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/6069803545133885605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/doctors-doctorsplease-no-more.html' title='Doctors Doctors,please no more.'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65453924419057896.post-5854077956241382880</id><published>2008-07-08T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:48:35.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Blues..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So, this is my first Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My family is a BIG one. There is Myself,Justin and our 4 children. That's right 4!!! Heidi,16,Austin,12,Logan,8 and Alyssa,8. We have been blessed 2 times by adoption. Our girls may not be blood, but they are ours just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We just bought a new house at the begining of the summer...It has been non stop since then. Painting, building, installing and arranging. I have done nothing all summer but work on the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My kids spend their days playing in the pool..Oh, what a life. I barely see the outdoors. We did have a 4th of July party! So, I did go outside then..We had a few friends and family over. It was good fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The one good thing in all this work, is that I get alot of time to think about life. I have changed my way of thinking about many things. In doing so my oldest daughter and I have become closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/65453924419057896-5854077956241382880?l=bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5854077956241382880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=65453924419057896&amp;postID=5854077956241382880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/5854077956241382880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/65453924419057896/posts/default/5854077956241382880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbluntfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-blues.html' title='Summer Blues..'/><author><name>Cort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01095154664115617156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
